Many ages gone and I hold him near
Centuries silenced this sweet voice I hear
Faded by time's mists to my eyes so clear
Who asked where are the snows of yesteryear

As bold as cold brass, so wracked by sick fear
Loving God, robbing churches, crime his career
Despicable man whom we hold so dear
Who asked where are the snows of yesteryear

Luxurious days, the life so auster
Cynical soul whose heart was sincere
As common as sod no other his peer
Who asked where are the snows of yesteryear

Passed from here for half a millenium
Still atop poetic continuum